Thunder Clouds

In this poem for National Coming Out Day I relate the story of knowing I didn’t fit in to the gender box society had selected for me before my age even reached double digits and being smart enough to know what to say and what not to say in those socially conservative times. I also suggest the knowledge gained in my pre teen years may have made my teenage years a lot safer and easier to navigate than may otherwise have been the case. I’ve given it the title Thunder Clouds due to the nature of my Presbyterian upbringing in the Scotland of the 1970’s I hope you enjoy the read.

Thunder Clouds

Long before the Osmonds I knew
though there was a difference
between knowing and saying .
in those days you didn’t tell the world
you wanted to be a girl.
Imagine what the neighbours would say
let alone your friends in school
it wasn’t cool to come out
or be proud of who you were
at such a young age
god help you if you said it out loud
you would either be patronised
and told it was just a phase
or warned that thunder clouds would strike you down
for the shame you would bring on the family
sexuality was never discussed
except to mock those perceived as different
and anyway you were assumed to be innocent
till at least your high school years
the days when fears plagued your teens
concerned that you’d be found out
and somehow they would know
by the way you looked
or the jokes you never told
now older and wiser you realise
there was a difference between knowing and saying
and they were only acting the roles
for which they had been conditioned
the parts society had auditioned them to play
you forgave them their sins
on the night you came out as a woman
on behalf of the girl they had never met
or never thought they had
the girl you knew you were
long before the Osmonds
and every day there after.

© Gayle Smith 2021

Just To Be A Girl

In this poem on transgender issues and mental health I look at how I probably saved myself from having a pretty serious episode by managing my gender identity in a more pragmatic style than I would have liked during the period up to and including my teenage years. Realistically I knew I had no choice as 1970’s Glasgow was not a safe place to be a trans girl especially a trans teen whose hormones were all over place. I’ve given it the title Just To Be A Girl. I hope you enjoy the read.

Just To Be A Girl

I knew from my earliest memory
this wasn’t how it should be
trapped in a cave built by others
to hold me
I wanted to break free
be who I was
but Santa never brought me
the presents on my list
at sweet sixteen I had never been kissed
and blushed so easily when I thought
of the crushes I could never name
to family or friends at school
I knew the rules and played by them
whilst secretly lusting after boys I met at parties
I was never cut out to be a boy
my body was not my choice
it was just a place to live in
the Britain of my youth
was not comfortable for girls like me
secret calls to LGBT switchboard
were made in the darkness of night
in days I was frightened to be honest
I wasn’t all Doris Day I was more like Laura
from little house on the prairie
a daddy’s girl who was scared to tell her dad
because my mum said he’d be mad
at me bringing shame on the family
she got gender identity confused with sexuality
as she later discovered the two are not remotely related
talk about frustrated
I felt like banging my head
against a thousand brick walls
but knew that in her world
she wanted to keep me safe
she also told me I would be giving up
what she believed was my place in the world
just to be a girl
and she couldn’t understand why
I needed to do it more anything else
If hadn’t my mental health would have suffered
some sort of meltdown
in the end we reached
a compromise born from stubborn wills
when we agreed that girls will be girls
but not in front of the family neighbours and friends
this allowed her to keep up her pretence
whilst I got free make up lessons
tutorials in coordinating outfits
and organising drawers where a woman keeps her secrets

© Gayle Smith 2019.